I have so various superb memories from my childhood that I love to look back on.
It’s not that I don’t prefer my new adult life; it’s just that being a child was so much self-explanatoryr.
I remember going through life separate from a care in the world. Sometimes, I wish I could just go back to those superb aged afternoons. One of my favorite memories of my childhood was having sleepovers at friends houses. Because both of my parents worked a lot, I stayed the night at friend’s houses quite often. I sincerely can’t remember spending any weekends at home. My siblings and sisters and I would bounce between four different friend’s houses. All of them were legitimately kind and hospitable. There was one friend’s condo that I appreciated staying the night at more than others, and that was my buddy Maggie whose condo had radiant floors. I just appreciated to sit on her floors. She always provided me a bed, although I preferred to sleep in a sleeping bin on the heated floor. Maggie always thought I was unusual for liking to sleep on the floor, although I just appreciated the radiant floors so much that I couldn’t help it. I never got cold sleeping on those radiant floors like I did whenever I slept in my bed at home. I remember every time my mom would tell me that my pal and I were staying the night at Maggie’s’ house, I would get super excited because that meant sleeping on radiant floors. Looking back, I guess it’s funny how much I liked sleeping on those floors, but on the other hand, I wish so badly that I could go back to those superb aged afternoons.